Great Creator

Huang Si's daily life is very regular, going to bed early and getting up early, going to work to catch fish, and returning home after get off work. Three meals a day are settled in the canteen of the unit, or they buy a la carte and cook at home.

Apart from relatives and a few very good friends, Huang Si doesn't deal with people very much, so the only abnormality that can be thought of is the blank notebook he picked up today.

Where did the notebook go?

He thought about it, it should be on the table in the living room?

Thinking of this, Huang Si got up, walked into the living room, and reached out to the table to fumble for the leather-bound book.

where?

oh here.

As soon as Huang Si's fingers touched the soft leather surface of the book, light suddenly bloomed in his entire vision.

The dazzling light filled the entire field of vision, Huang Si's eyes stayed in the dark for too long, they were completely unaccustomed to the brightness, and suddenly couldn't see anything.

He closed his eyes reflexively, but he still felt the light shining on his eyelids, which made his eyes uncomfortable, so he had to block them with his hands.

In this light, Huang Si's body trembled slightly, and then his whole body froze like a clay sculpture or wood carving.

The information rushed into Huang Si's mind like lightning.

Huang Si just felt that his whole head was about to explode. A huge and terrifying amount of information occupied all his thoughts in an instant, and then he was forced to memorize it like a force-feeding.

That wave of information oscillated repeatedly in Huang Si's mind several times, as if he wanted to solidify the memory. This process made Huang Si break out in a cold sweat and almost fainted again.

As if sensing that Huang Si's spirit was about to collapse, the transmission of information stopped.

After a while, Huang Sicai opened his eyes after his eyes gradually adapted to the light.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a book that radiated light.

These rays of light are evenly scattered from the entire book, and the brightness is so high that it even gives people the illusion of light pressure.

And the reason why I knew it was a book, not the handbook I thought before, was because the book had just told Huang Si in its own way.

Therefore, Huang Si now "knows" that this is a book.

The title of the book is "Creation".

In addition, Huang Si also got another piece of knowledge.

He can create things.

What does creation mean?

Huang Si just felt that the memory that just rolled over like a steamroller in his mind sank slowly as if submerged in water.

An intuition tells myself to do something to jog the memory.

Because he didn't know what to do, Huang Si started to "create" the book with the only shiny thing at hand.

Now there are two embossed words on the cover of the book: Creation.

After opening the leather cover of the book, Huang Si found that there were already words on the original white and flawless pages.

He picked up the book, and on the first page were written a few words in italics:

Owner: Huang Si.

Huang Si turned to the second page.

As a result, the second page is still blank, nothing.

He continued to turn back, but it turned out that every page was blank, but when he turned it, Huang Si discovered a strange thing. The number of pages in this book seemed to be endless. The thickness of the left and right sides has not changed much. However, if you randomly insert and read according to the thickness, you can turn it over, but the book is full of blank pages without page numbers.

Huang Si turned to the back cover, a blank sheet of paper with a leather cover next to it.

This book really doesn't contain any extra information.

But now the room is quite bright, and there is no need to turn on the mobile phone for lighting anymore. The creation book glows naturally, illuminating the entire living room, even the kitchen and balcony can be seen.

Huang Si put her mobile phone on the table and sat by the table with her hand touching the book.

He couldn't find the answer in the creation book itself, so Huang Si could only try to recall what was stuffed in his mind just now.

Creation?

Make objects?

How to make it?

After thinking this way, Huang Si felt that the relevant information in his memory emerged naturally.

What to make? Then have some bread.

As if instinctively, Huang Si focused slightly, and then looked directly at his right hand on the table.

At that moment, Huang Si clearly felt that he was holding some kind of power with his consciousness.

Then, use that force to condense slightly in the space above the right hand.

A piece of yellow and white bread suddenly appeared in the air, and was just held firmly by Huang Si's right hand.

Really made bread!

At the same time as the bread appeared, Huang Si also noticed that the power he had clearly experienced had been weakened, as if it had been consumed.

Huang Si hurriedly held the bread up to his eyes to observe, wanting to see the difference between it and ordinary bread.

Taking a closer look, Huang Si was speechless immediately, the difference is too big!

Although at first glance, the yellow, yellow and white slices look similar to ordinary bread, and the shape is similar, but this piece of bread made by Huang Si out of thin air has a sense of unreality like a two-dimensional picture.

Yes, the color of this bread is extremely monotonous, even the color boundaries are clear, without any transition, and the whole bread slice is very hard, there are no soft holes, and it can't even be pinched.

Huang Si raised the slice of bread to his nose and sniffed it, um, there was no smell.

The bread is so shoddy, it looks like it's time-traveled from a cartoon, or resembles a resin model, it looks fake.

Failed.

But Huang Si created something by himself for the first time.

Huang Si closed her eyes and felt the changes in her body.

A kind of power was born in his body, and this kind of power has the ability to create things. Besides, Huang Si still doesn't know what the use of this power is.

It's just that making a loaf of bread is just as fake. Does this kind of power really work?

Could it be that he created a fake slice of bread because he didn't have a good idea and created it casually?

Huang Si put the slice of bread aside, and the fake bread still made a crisp sound when it was knocked on the table.

This made Huang Si very speechless, the slices of bread could knock, who would believe it? It's really home.

Next, Huang Si plans to build a second object, recalling which ones he is familiar with, or how about a simpler one first? No, it is better to check the authenticity.

After thinking for a moment, Huang Si decided to find a reference nearby.

He opened the creation book, touched the smooth and white pages, and then focused his consciousness on the blank desktop.

Paper.

Huang Si first outlined the shape, color, material, and touch of the paper in his mind, and then used his consciousness to guide the power in his body to condense on the table in an instant.

A white page appeared out of thin air above the table, and then floated down on the table.

The incomparably natural falling movement of the white paper made Huang Si happy. It seems that this time it was a success!

He quickly picked up the paper.

"pain!"

Huang Si threw the paper directly on the table, then put his finger into his mouth and sucked it.

As soon as he picked up the paper, his hand was inexplicably cut by the edge of the paper.

Fortunately, he let go quickly, otherwise it might be a big hole.

What's going on again? Huang Si frowned and observed the white paper on the table. There was a drop of blood on the edge of the white paper, which made Huang Si's flesh ache.

With the bright light emitted from the Creation Book, Huang Si finally saw it clearly—this white paper is extraordinarily thin.

He conveniently took a tissue from the paper box on the table, wiped the saliva and blood on his fingers, and then gently sent it to the edge of the white paper on the table.

The tissue is broken.

Huang Si was dumbfounded. This white paper is thin and hard, and the edge is like a knife blade, and it can cut whatever it sees.

He ran to get the clothes drying pole again, and then wanted to try to see if the white paper would really cut iron like mud.

As a result, the clothes rail successfully wrinkled the white paper, but the white paper failed to cut the iron.

It seems that although the edge of the white paper is very sharp, it is still not as hard as metal.

Looking at the two weird objects he created one after another, Huang Si was speechless.

What kind of things are these, and such a dangerous white paper, even if it is wrinkled, he dare not pick it up now, even if it is picked up with a metal object later, he dare not throw it casually, in case it is thrown into the trash can What if the trash can is scratched?

What else can I make? Let's do something simpler.

Huang Si went to the kitchen to look around, found a glass and picked it up.

In fact, Huang Si himself vaguely felt that he did not rely on this book to create objects, but this book gave him this ability, and he used the power generated in his body to create objects.

Would it be harmful to the body to consume this power? Huang Si still doesn't know. However, there is nothing better to do now, so we can only take one step at a time.

He tapped the faucet on the other side of the sink in the kitchen, but as expected, no water came out.

But some water remained in the pool.

Huang Si touched the water drops in the pool, there were too few.

He opened the water bottle again and poured some water into the glass.

The boiling water was boiled last night, and it is already cold by now. Huang Si returned to the living room with a glass filled with a shallow layer of water.

He put the quilt on the table and looked into the glass.

Water, this should be the easiest to create and the hardest to make mistakes.

And now there's still water in the cup! It is impossible to make mistakes according to the water, right?

Huang Si stared at the water in the glass, thinking, we must remember this structure and appearance, by the way, water is composed of water molecules, and water molecules are...

Suddenly, Huang Si felt that the world around him was receding rapidly.

No, everything in front of me is rapidly zooming in!

The glass became infinitely huge in an instant, and then disappeared completely.

When Huang Si came back to his senses, he found a string of bubble-like things appeared in front of his eyes.

In front of Huang Si, an extremely miraculous scene is emerging.

There are round spheres floating and moving in groups of three.

As far as the eye can see, there are all these spheres, almost endless.

In these spheres, groups of three are closely connected, but there is a slight gap between each group, which allows them to move freely.

Huang wanted to see clearly, but the edges of those spheres were inexplicably blurred.

But it can still be vaguely seen that among the three groups of spheres, two of them are slightly smaller and have a faint cyan color, while the middle one is larger and has a faint yellow color.

The sphere floated, moved, spun before him.

"It's water molecules!"

As a person with a background in science and engineering, Huang Si didn't forget all the things he learned in high school after all, and quickly realized what he saw.